Goten Teenager Novels & Stories

"No, I don't. How about you take care of yourself, old man?" Golen rubs his jaw, watching Corey curiously and with a gleam in his eyes. It's very clear to me that he admires, loves, and respects his son a lot, and it makes me realize my father never looked at me the same way. "I'm forty-six." "Goddess, how ancient." Timmon snickers and lowers his head. The topic changes to something else—strategy and what we're expected to do if we happen to catch a few fighters from their side. I see Draven walking up and down the camp, but he doesn't approach us.

After I parked the car, Kevin and I immediately went to the morgue and eagerly looking for the half body. “I think this was it!” I slowly move the white cloth that covers the body and sniffed it. “So, that was one of your ability as a werewolf?” “Sort of, I guess.” “That’s awesome, bro. Would that means you can find me immediately if someone kidnaps me?” “Nobody wants to kidnap you, idiot!” After we are done with our purpose, Kevin and I went out of the room. We then went to the car and drove away. “Dude, that new ability was so disgusting! Imagine, sniffing the dead body? Just out of curiosity, how exactly are you gonna find the dead body?”

She remained still for a while and sighed. She flops onto her bed and groans into her pillow, 'Come to think of it, aren't werewolves supposed to like, find their partner or mate when they come of age? I'm 17. Does that mean mine's gonna be decided in a year? It's a pretty unfair concept if you think about it. It's like you're destined to be with your mate, no matter who you like or have liked before. You will eventually end up with your mate. It's like you have no choice but to be attracted to some person you know nothing about. It's kinda stupid. Is that how it really works? Not like it matters anyway, I have no proof as to whether or not that's real.' She shrugs.

This action caused the figure behind him to grasp at nothing, causing the person to fall to the ground. "Tch." The person rubbed his forehead as he clicked his tongue. The boy appeared to be the same age as him - 11 years of age. He was Leonel Norton, the genius son of Luke and his wife, Aina. Unlike Noah, who had reincarnated with the memories of a 26 year-old man, Leon naturally possessed the characteristics children his age should have- a wild and unrestrained personality.

“Are you for real? He questioned to be certain what he heard from the tattered looking man was right. “Of course! Just mention your problem” the young man instructed. “Well, I am an old man in this young body and I really want to go back to my actual self, can you do that? “Not me, but Mongol can do that, he is a guru in magic spells”. Joe stared at the dark-skinned man like an idiot, he never believed in magic, but he had no choice, after all, he got into a teenager's body. It couldn't have been ordinary.